Wolves

I was returning from a class somewhere. It was late afternoon and I had stopped by what felt like my family's place. I was looking for something to eat, from the freezer. I eventually found what I was looking for (some chocolate bar) and returned to my room. I was focusing on turning on the lights when my sister showed up knocking on the door. It stopped me long enough to try and hide the bar on top of what I think may have been a cabinet or something. I remember telling her "just a minute". She's definitely not the patient sort of person, even asleep. From there I am dragged to this sort of show, and am participating in it. Something about telling/showing people something- but I am pretty sure it was just practice, because the "audience" were other performers. So I end up with a small group on the staging area and each of us doing something. I was kneeling on the floor feeling heartbroken doing whatever it was that was our performance and at the end of it, someone was asking the audience, well, really picking a number of members from there to replace us for another part of the show. Somehow it was them joking about setting me up with someone, but I kept thinking I was ok, that I didn't need anyone else. But they were going to try.

From my periphery a small blond girl approaches me. I'm still kneeling though I am not sure why. She mentions that I'm good at something, and I "see" rune stones thinking how does she know? But in actuality I never handled them- my sister has, and I know tarot (for the most part), but I play along with this and I watch as she squats down next to me. She asks me "what do you know about wolves?" I know I blinked at her because now our conversation went from gifts to life. "they are pack animals, loyal, strong, kind (?)...." there were a couple other things I had said, but have slipped away from me. The girl nods and says something about them not being monsters like everyone else says that they are. She then goes on to tell me about this stretch of road that she is familiar with and a local pack that had vanished from the area. A Mage had killed this pack as they chased him away from their area, but they died in such a way that now anyone who traveled that road at a certain time would be chased by their ghosts. For her and for me this was a sad thing. She had seen that herself having to fend them off as she went down that road. Her story was one I watched, like being an outside witness. She was asking me another question when I started waking up.